Evan and I got to take part in yet another impromptu family reunion on Sunday (this time on my wife’s side).
(Note fashionable blob of green bean flavored spit-up on my shirt. I hadn’t even noticed it yet!)
He didn’t sleep much the night before, so he repeatedly got “tired fussy” during the day, at which time he and I would be dispatched to a bedroom to take a nap. (Guess I was getting fussy too. Oops.) Apparently my wife snuck in and took pictures:
Evan’s a pretty good snoozin’ buddy. Note my arm, ready to turn into a half-nelson if he goes trying to roll off the edge of the bed. (He’s gotten to the age where something between the urge to explore and the urge to self-destruct seem to intersect with alarming regularity if one lets him out of one’s sight for even a few seconds.)
And I guess I make a pretty good pillow too.